This is a song about "Your raps"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Man there's a reason why nobody's fuckin' props your raps,

Your raps are all askew

Knowing that i need you

Your raps would just miss me

Or you'll drive me crazy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Like your raps are crusty.

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

I'd devour your raps whole,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'm a gang man let's play hang man cos your raps

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake